In the Small Hours
©1996 Anitra Freeman
From ancient dreaming I woke up at two
I wandered waking into street-baked night
to hang between the walls of man
and mind
bound by aching
wrung by my own
muscles
hungry for breath
I sifted through the thousand cities
layered on the stone
and never found
my own
MOON
©1996 Anitra Freeman
If,
in a moment frantic
my mad beauty,
I,
tiny moan
could see you then,
when it felt
honeyful
live, ache, drunk
still after love.
My delirious goddess
we
worship a moon
lake rain and blue;
The summer gift.
A woman some enormous
power
less part delicate sleep.
*Elizabeth*
©1996 Anitra Freeman
Trees outnumber *Elizabeth*
Clouds blossom Streets carpet
Locks harbor Walls garden
Glass pictures Steel poses
Lamps fountain Stones nurture
while
Trees,
still
outnumbering
*Elizabeth*,
surround and defend....
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